A Bonnie Wee Bode in Highlands Fair. O come ye near, and cast yer eye,? Upon this hoose sae modestly—?In Highlands fair, near river’s bend, Where trees in gentle breezes wend, This humble home ye may commend—It’s peace ye’ll surely find.? A quiet lane, a noble place,? Wi’ downtown close, yet nature’s grace—?This wee abode will give ye space, ?And dreams yet tae be seen. Two beds above, one down below,? Wi’ sunlight warm and gentle glow; ?In twenty-seventeen, ye know,?’Twas fitted up wi’ care.? The windows changed, the codes made right,? The kitchen opened tae the light, ?The bath reborn, the roof made tight—?All ready for yer lair. The yard is huge, a spacious plot,? For garden grand or builder’s lot;? Whether ye dream, or stick tae what? A wealth o’ paths lies at yer feet, ?For those who walk the budget dream,? And peace shall always here be seen.